Let us sing because round things roll And rejoice that it might have been otherwise

So wrote N.F. Simpson in his play “A resounding tinkle”, but it might have been written for our dog Samwise, who has a single-minded obsession with round things that roll, and jealously guards those that are in his possession. I’ve no idea what this will look like – I’m posting it by e-mail via Posterous, and when our web access is restored tomorrow (I hope) I might be able to see it.